Rock Pools

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

In these recharged times
of eye-sucking screens
the two boys still felt
the pull to cold rock pools..


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Exeter St Davids (sic)

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Is there nothing more
depressingly British
than pacing wet stretches
of railway platforms?..


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Static

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The curtains swing,
lifting in and out
of the single-glazed
breeze-wide windows..


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On the Beach

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

She inserted pink earbuds
whilst lain out on the beach,
a solution to drown seagulls,
and other such wild screeches..


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Holiday Traffic

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

'Keep two chevrons apart'
is the roadside command
for some of the foot-down way,
as we cruise boot-squeezed..


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The Free Ride

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Here, for a second time
in our relationship,
should that be 'only'?
I wait in a rain-spat car..


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Reductions

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You are the slightest
of persons
who perches,
weightless..


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Counting the Miles

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That intermit of the storm,
when the lightening is charged
before the next hurl from God,
and his voice booms over us..


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Plans

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Tomorrow I do nothing,
therefore I drink,
and flood this vacuum -
the emptied admit
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The Prince

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am the Bastard Prince
with my mounted portrait
showing me at my worst
as an ugly creature of spite
...


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